its not stalking. its research.
He came in the heat vent in my car. Don't ask how it happened.
you left him a drunk voicemail of you singing speechless by lady gaga balling your eyes out
Fine then. I'll just do all this coke on my own this weekend and die. It'll be strictly your fault.
I've ID'd the nipple biter.
3 things I learned last night: 1.) I'm not as light as I used to be. 2.) Sex on the roof of a convertible is a really bad idea. 3.) The hospital now has super glue pens for sealing minor cuts instead of stitches!
we have to top last new years. except im not ready for jail. that can wait a couple years
We did Irish Car Bombs out of butter trays, the influence of the retired community is astounding- I didn't know people even owned more than one butter tray.
What! You have to go to class. Otherwise, you're wasting money that could have been spent on weed. Gotta get that shit in perspective.
Why am I not blowing coke off your ass at my apartment?
I'm trying to get weird tonight. Like I want to see bitches crawling on all fours drinking milk from bowls and shit by 5 am. You down?
He told me I smelled like peanut butter, pepperoni, and pure unbrieldled passion.
so on a scale from morning glass of wine to that time i burnt the garage down how drunk were you last night
About 'lets tie a boat to a truck and ride it down the freeway'
i looked that guy up on facebook. the one who went down on me for two hours
what's the verdict
i've been scrubbing my vag all morning
There's a big ass bed, hella ecstasy, and I can guarantee you'll regret every second that you remember.
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